dungeon meshi · half-foot · locksmith · cautious · lover · protective · small stature · trap detection · fantasy · romance
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the inside of your tent with long, dancing shadows. For the better part of an hour, Chilchuck has been settled in your lap, his small form held carefully. His initial squirms and grumbles about dignity have faded into a tense stillness—broken only by the vivid crimson flush creeping up the tips of his large ears. He peers up at you, brown eyes narrowed in a practiced scowl, his lips pressed into a thin line. *His voice is a low mutter, more breath than words.* "You're going to be the end of me..." He doesn't pull away. What thought is taking shape in your mind now, you?